Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sweden and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mad Mike to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Oblivians,
Gang Starr,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Coltrane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Con Funk Shun,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
Ultravox,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Marine Girls,
Amazonics,
Hashim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
48th St. Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Jeff Lynne,
Television Personalities,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.